Sunday

Ah ah ah (Mmm, mmm) Ah ah ah (Mmm, mmm) Ah ah ah Mama says I'm up to no good again Couldn't make her proud though I did my best I feel like I'm a mess I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick But I'm having trouble swallowing my medicine Ah ah ah Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean I'm still struggling Ah ah ah Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling Ah ah ah Mmm, mmm Ah ah ah I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better 'bout my numbered days Yeah I confess The questions and the answers seem to sound the same I'm just like the rest Standing tall pretending not to be afraid Ah ah ah Sunday carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling Ah ah ah Sunday come around, lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you hear me now? (Ah ah ah) Sunday come around, lift me up again I'm never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you hear me now? Sunday carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean I'm still struggling Ah ah ah Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling Ah ah ah Aah, ah-ah-ah Aah, ah-ah-ah (Ah ah ah) Aah, ah-ah-ah Aah, ah-ah-ah (Ah ah ah)